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Teetering on the Precipice
No rules. Open your eyes, tip-toe to the edge, lean forward, and write.
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FEU.

The crowds gathered with torches and pitchforks. Altogether they cried: “Burn the witch!” They threw deformed rotten tomatoes at the young girl.

She bowed her head and tried her best not to look at the folks all out to watch her be burned. A giant roach scurried past her and went rushing under a nearby wooden plank.

The folks all cheered the minute that the witch was tied to the stake. They watched with delight as a burning torch was moved close to the girl’s feet. The fire danced by her body. It swirled and hissed as it increased around her.

It didn’t stop there. The flames roared with rage and flew like fireworks. Some of the flames landed on top of one of the thatched cottage.

The fire on that roof burned and found its way on another cottage. Folks panicked and feared for their homes.

They looked at the stake where the girl had been placed, she was gone. All they heard was the sound of maniacal laughter.

The fire raged on and on. The villagers were distraught. They hoped that their homes would not be too hard to fix, and that the witch was gone.

#FEU.